Strangers

Strangers

Sometimes, you meet someone. And, you feel like you’ve known them forever. They same the same thing. Then, a month later, they take it all back. I guess drunken sweet nothings are sometimes just that super sweet but quite nothing. It doesn’t how much I believed in them. They were happiness, an infatuation, that decayed into something less. This is my morning. I will try not to think about it at work today. Not because I am heartbroken. Not because I hope sweet nothings will become my everything. But because I bought the ticket and haven’t taken the ride. And, she is so neat, sometimes, I forget she isn’t all I have in this city. So I will walk around remembering for the next time.